Tears

Look beyond the glass walls of her body

And you’ll see the torment suffocating her heart.

Her beauty has been painted with scars,

A new source of painful memory.

Your hauntingly dark eyes stare deep into hers,

Watch as her tears melt the color of her eyes.

Her tears trickle down the rest of her body,

Melting whatever color composed her beauty,

Leaving her entirely grey and damaged.

Nothing but streaks and scars remain from

The violence you’ve imposed.

Your hand has silenced her long enough,

For her scars mean survival,

And you’re trapped in this world,

Lonely and fading.